Lyrics:
dopest heat on the street
Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C B-O-N-E
If you need some back-up find Jerome,
ya girl gonna give you grief at home
Just
to prove a point
That dissin', don't get into that, we leavin' that to the informants
Don't inform me about who informin', that's yo' final warnin'
7.62's
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
(What's the definition of a lick?)
Taking a niggaz shit
(Hey put that on sumthin)
I put that on The Click, The Click
Back to fuckin work one
the point of this love
If you gon break away
I would rather have no one
Then a fake by me
And I shake slightly
Cold inside of me
I gotta fight to see
Some
out that you really been dating someone else
First I left you then you left me all by myself
Then you text me back like I think it's over
Now I know
Like you pushing that p yeah
Yeah I'm in the ghost yeah
Hopped up out the rolls yeah
She come in three point one four seconds
Call that cream pie yeah
tat through you
Copper tops, hollow points will do ya something bad our future
Is Mislead three strikes
There's no school when a teacher strikes
Really I’m dying for it
I should of lied more
I should of tried more
From a high horse to a low point
To no point
To 5 4 3 2 1
To by forever
Ties are
we're accumulating
And by doing this we'll go real far
Because - 2 Live is what we are
We're highly publicized and advertised
Our music's in your ear,
done by Chucky
Did the show, hit the door
Bagged your bitch (easily)
And she ain't never leavin' me
I'm Chuck Inglish, that's my name
Point
done by Chucky
Did the show, hit the door
Bagged your bitch (easily)
And she ain't never leavin' me
I'm Chuck Inglish, that's my name
Point
subliminal amusement games
I'll keep producin' my tunes, never losin' faith
I'm at the point where I avoid this drama spreading
Either you feed into this shit
to the floor
Back up and then drop
Effervescent time
Time's of the essence
Make 'em undress in
Less than three seconds
So whores keep steppin'
Whores keep
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
nose out of town hoes
I'm up around fo' with the crowbar to the five point oh
I get bagged, I'm John Doe, suspect
You ass like prime roastin', Calvin
Guybrush
Mai-tai type of pirates
Point and click upon your lighters
Slap em back if they're too near
Slam em back like a root beer
Sprout you out with
fall in love with me
I got my four fingers all up in the air
She back it up while I pull her by the hair
I had a long week I don't really care
Been
So just shout him when you need that
Big back had to pree that
Have to catch a whine like I need that
Your looking on point that's my feed back
She
perfect shorty
'Bout 5'3, no waist, ain't no one could fit in her place
And the feeling is great, not having to watch yo back
When you used to them
cant leave that hoe alone
Send in that cell it's day by day, this shit go on and on
Baby mama got my baby thinkin' I'm a Rolling Stone
I just wanna go
Aye, whatever works for you works for me
I said whatever work for you gon work for me
So if you do the two I'll do the three
But if you do too much I
riding through the woods and took her by the hand"
The boss he lay back flat on his bed
He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
He pondered the future
three bands
Now I'm the one everyone call on
'cause I got deep pants
Bro told me the way to beat the
Game is on the defense and
Never fazed by names that
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